Overture Downs got a real good feeling something bad about to happen

sleepy post is sleepy but i wanted to get this up before i fell asleep completely, lol.

Wardruna follows Noma at a distance because he’s learned that forcing her to bend to him was only causing her to break. She can eat now, though and it is promising and lightens his mood towards her; it was why he offers to take her outside of Easthollow. There is a buoyancy to his mood this day that comes and goes in days and usually stems from when he catches something, or she eats or shows him some sign that she hasn’t entirely given up on her life yet. He is mildly surprised when she accepts and the pair head out of the borders: but he hopes that she is becoming as tired of Easthollow’s hovering and interventions as he is ( though admittedly tired is a bit of an understatement in Wardruna’s case ). He leaves ample distance between Noma and himself: following her scent trail instead of keeping her in his sight. A rare sign that spoke that he can and would loosen his hold upon her.

When he finally catches up to Noma he hears the familiar dialect of Sif and Wardruna’s mood further brightens measurably. She has stayed near. There is a warmth to that knowledge. He wasn’t so sure that she would but he is pleased, nevertheless, to have his doubts erased from his mind. “Sif.” Wardruna greets her in a low, pleased rumble. He watches as Noma backtracks to him and comes to his side, as if she is afraid of Sif. Wardruna chuckles softly because it’s both somewhat amusing and somewhat ironic that now, all of the sudden, Noma wants his protection. “Noma, this is Sif. Sif this is Noma.” Wardruna introduces the two women in his lilting accent.

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